Christ is the old person next door, the one who fell on her steps in the dark and needs a meal every evening for the next month and has no family to prepare it for her. He can be found in the face of the sixteen-year-old who lives up the street, the one whose father is a crack dealer.
Christ is there in the tentative steps taken by that college student over there, the young girl who cannot find a friend.
He is there in the joy of the young couple down the street who are out every afternoon with the newborn in a stroller, just hoping that you will stop them and share in their joy.
My father used to say that when we get to heaven and see Jesus, our first thought is not going to be that we have never seen him before. Instead, we will grin and say, “It’s you, it’s you. I have seen you everywhere.”